If I could

If I could actually achieve the goals I've set for myself in the past, going to this place would be the only one I would have achieved. I'm not the kind of person who has a grip on reality. I have no fucking clue what I'm doing. This is all too much. Way too much. You're serving me a platter for one that I can't eat all by myself. Honestly, I would like to go to this place, sit on the black and white brick road with that lonesome man and make friends with him. I feel like being isolated. I feel this shock again. Here it comes, surging through my body at light speed. You don't care, you never have I don't think. And guess what? That doesn't bother me. You're always right, dear. You're always in charge, honey. You're always peachy fucking keen, sweety. Well, one day when I leave and go to this place and make nice with that lonesome guy in that isolated town, you'll be more safe than sorry. This is just a warning, that you might as well watch out, because this isn't a novel you can predict. This situation is in a rut, and so is your heart.